Sitting here now beside Kit, that was easy to imagine.

‘Oh, but it’s good to be back.’

He turned to find she’d tilted her face to the sun—

pleasure, gratitude and satisfaction al alive in her face. His gut clenched. He tried to remember her in one of her prim dark suits. He could—with remarkable alacrity—but… ‘You belong here.’

Not that he’d ever considered her out of place in the city, but here…she was home. Had he real y intended to drag her away? How did a measly job compete with al this?

‘What?’ she teased. ‘On a breakwater, fishing?’

‘You bet.’

She adjusted her line…somehow. Alex just let his be and hoped it was doing what it should be. ‘It sure beats the rush and bustle of the city, don’t you think?’

He didn’t answer. She was right, but he didn’t answer.

‘I was lucky to grow up around here.’

Her child would be too.

‘Did you grow up in Sydney?’

‘Yes.’

‘Whereabouts? North, south, east or west?’

His stomach tightened. He didn’t like talking about his childhood. But her question, it was innocent, innocuous. ‘In the western suburbs until I was twelve and then Vaucluse.’

She spun on her rock. He shot an arm out to steady her. ‘You grew up in Vaucluse—as in on the harbour—and you’ve never been fishing?’

‘Would you eat what came out of the harbour?’

She pursed her lips, then nodded. ‘Good point.’

He removed his arm from around her waist. He couldn’t stay here in this golden place near this golden woman. Eventual y everything he touched turned to ash.

He wouldn’t do that to Kit.

In the next instant he nearly fel off the rock. ‘Holy crap!’ The fishing rod had developed a mind of its own.

Kit started laughing so hard tears fil ed the creases at the corners of her eyes. ‘Reel in! Reel in!’

she final y managed to choke out. ‘You’ve hooked a fish, you landlubber.’

‘A fish?’

He promptly set about reeling it in.

‘Ooh, it’s a big one!’ Kit gave him instructions

—“Play the line out a bit, don’t lose it on the rocks’.

Frankly, he didn’t have much of a clue what she meant, but final y he had the fish, flapping on the end of his line, clear of the water.

Jumping to her feet and bracing herself against his shoulder, Kit scooped the net beneath the fish and presented it to him. ‘Your first fish!’

He leapt to his feet. His first—

‘A bream! Congratulations, Alex.’ With that she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek.

He promptly felt ten feet tal . He leant in and kissed her ful on the mouth.

She kissed him back.

They drew away and stared at each other. Her eyes were golden with sunshine and fun. Her lips…

The al -consuming need that had been building in him for the last fortnight broke through his control. He had to have more! Before he could think the better of it, he grasped her chin in his free hand and slanted his mouth ful y over hers.

She tasted of salt and choc-chip cookies and some memory from his past that he couldn’t quite grasp.

His tongue traced the inside of her bottom lip, revel ing in her velvet warmth. Maybe if he kissed her deeper, longer, more thoroughly, he’d remember that memory and—

memory and—

Her tongue shyly stroked his and al conscious thought fled as their kisses deepened. Her hand fisted in his shirt to draw him closer. His fingers slanted around the curve of her scalp, sliding through the silk of her hair to angle her mouth so he could explore every exquisite mil imetre of her delectable lips.

Four months! He’d ached for this for four months.

It was worth the wait.

For a moment he thought it might just be worth anything.

Final y, with a gasp, she dragged her mouth from his, rested her forehead against his cheek, her chest rising and fal ing as if she’d just run a race.

‘Alex, you’ve got to warn a woman if you’re going to kiss her like that.’

He was breathing so hard he couldn’t speak.

‘At least make sure she has two hands free to hold onto you.’

She was stil holding the net ful of fish. He took the net from her. ‘Sorry, I got carried away by the moment.’

No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t the least bit sorry.

She stared up at him then, a frown in her eyes.

‘I’m not sure we should be doing that.’

He blinked. He wanted to do a whole lot more than—

Hel ! He snapped away from her.

Kit sighed and sat again. ‘Don’t fal off the rock, Alex. The current is fierce and I don’t feel like diving in and saving you.’

When he sat back beside her she expertly unhooked the fish and popped it in the bucket.

‘Okay, next lesson—how to bait the hook.’

He took his cue from her. She didn’t want to talk about that kiss and he was damn sure he didn’t want to either. It didn’t mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything.

They caught two bream apiece. Even given that kiss, the confusion it sent hurtling through him, Alex couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. ‘I have to hand it to you, Kit. This fishing gig was a good idea.’

He grinned when she said, ‘I won’t say I told you so.’ They sat in companionable silence, their lines dangling in the water and the breeze playing across their faces. They swung their feet and breathed the invigorating salt tang that seasoned the air and listened to the cries of the seagul s. ‘You know, I always dreamed that my dad would take me fishing like this.’

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She hadn’t mentioned her father before. ‘He didn’t?’

She snorted. ‘He didn’t know one end of a fishing rod from the other.’

Neither had he before today.

‘When I told my grandma about that little dream, she took me fishing herself.’

‘On this rock?’ He couldn’t get enough of her stories about her childhood.

She pointed back along the way they’d come. ‘We dropped hand lines further along that way in the channel. A much safer spot for a child.’

‘And?’ He didn’t know what he was waiting for. He rubbed the back of his neck. Would his child dream that one day its father would take it fishing too?

The thought unnerved him.

‘And we didn’t catch a thing, but we had the best time.’ She laughed, the memory obviously a good one. ‘Eventual y my grandma and I graduated to this rock.’ She patted it.

He stretched his neck first one way then the other.

Kit’s child would have her for its mother. It wouldn’t miss out on anything. It wouldn’t want for anything.

Except a father.

‘Your childhood sounds idyl ic. You were close to your family?’ He wanted her surrounded by family who would look out for her, support her.

‘My family is my mother and grandmother. I adore them both.’

His heart started to pound. ‘And your father?’

A shadow passed over her face. He immediately regretted darkening her day. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.’

‘No,’ she said slowly. ‘I think you should know about my father, Alex. It might help you understand where I’m coming from.’

He didn’t need to know about her past to know that she was wonderful now. But he was happy to listen to anything she wanted to tel him.

‘My parents never married. Their relationship was over long before I was born and my mother had me without any support from him.’

‘You and your mum were happy?’

‘Oh, yes, but when I started school and saw the

‘Oh, yes, but when I started school and saw the other children with their daddies, I wanted one too. I started asking Mum a lot of questions, pestering her about my dad until she final y promised to track him down for me.’

He could imagine the younger Kit with her golden hair and her golden skin and her golden eyes. And her yearning. He swal owed. ‘And?’

‘And final y she did. I was so happy. He took me swimming and for ice cream. I got to introduce him to Caro and Denise and Alice and al my other friends.’

‘And then?’

She shrugged. ‘I saw him off and on until I was fifteen. He’d show up three or four times a year with a belated Christmas present, take me out for my birthday, that kind of thing.’

She fiddled with her fishing rod, resettled her hat on her head. Alex didn’t move.

‘I was a bit slow on the uptake. It took me a while to realize he didn’t actual y enjoy hanging out with me.’

Bile burned the back of his throat. ‘Kit, I’m sorry. I

—’

She waved his sympathy away. ‘You know, I could’ve accepted it if he’d made al those visits out of a sense of responsibility or duty, but…I caught Mum paying him.’

He frowned. He wanted her to turn and look at him, but her gaze remained on the swirling water below.

‘My mother had been paying him, bribing him, to play father to me.’

Her voice was strangely impassive and it took a moment for the import of her words to hit him. When they did his hands threatened to snap his fishing rod in two. He’d have preferred to wrap them around her father’s throat. The hide of the man!

‘I never saw him again. I was pretty angry with my mother for a long time too.’ She paused, pursed her lips. ‘But now, with a baby of my own on the way, I understand my mother’s actions so much more.’ She glanced at him and then glanced away again. ‘You see, Alex, I want my baby to have everything good in this world and that includes a father.’